Lake trout caught by da local boys.

Wild rice harvested by my sister (last year’s; this year’s is being processed).

Beets and chick peas with tarragon and sage.

Squash with my family’s maple syrup.

And strawberry crumble made in my granny’s tartlet pans.

— until all of us were stuffed, “gloriously bloat,” to quote I Capture the Castle.

— until I was almost too full for a cup of the homemade, hand-picked tea.

— all the way up to falling asleep under the stars, the sky bright and cold, but my heart, my whole body, in fact, warm and wonderfully fed.